"'Just wait and see..'" Roger repeated, imitating Cyan's voice. "What? Wait until that thing is oozing out blood, puffing up, and turning all kinds of foul colors." He turned to face the other side of the sector. "We can't take any chances Cyan. We'll have to look for medication along the way."

Natasha nodded her head. As assured as she felt about their survival chances right now, life always proved to be unpredictable. She knew that.
"Is that going to affect you when you walk? Or do you need help?" Natasha offers, reaching her hand out to Cyan.

*Cyan hopped up on her feet and smiled*
"Nope, I can walk fine. I seriously don't need meds wasted on me, TRUST ME just this once Roger"
*Cyan then started walking towards her own submarine*
"Follow me!"

*Cyan's submarine was the biggest one in the deck, had plenty food and water, and had 3 bedrooms (Literally a couple of big closets with a nightstand, a desk, and a qween sized bed in each room), It had a small kitchen and even had room for a living room. It was a great place to stay for a while until they were able to find a new base.
They saw that most of the other subs and ships were being taken, which meant that almost everyone made it out*

"Alright..." Natasha's voice trailed off as she pulled her hand back to her side.

"A submarine...?" Roger thought out loud, putting his hand on his hip, his other was wrapped around Lucielle's hand.
"Well, A sub has better protection than a plane. If we get hit, we wouldn't crash and blow up. We'd just sink to the bottom of the blue sea... The worst thing that could happen is water starts spilling in, the lights cutting out, and our bodies being submerged and drowning in the dark..." Lucielle commented. Roger and Nat gave her a look, one full of horror, clearly questioning the terrifying imagination of a child.
"What child would think like that? That's horrible." Natasha said in a hushed tone.
"Only my child..." Roger exhaled. Natasha now looked at him. He wasn't wrong, she knew how he was. With Lucielle being an influential little girl, it was inevitable for her to take on thoughts similar to her father.

The waves splashed back and forth, slamming themselves against the edges of the port. In the middle of the navy ocean, a small hatch peaked out from the water. It was the entrance to the sub.

The wind started to pick up around them, causing Natasha's ebony coloured hair to be pushed back in her face. She sputtered as she quickly moved it out of her sight.
A storm was brewing in the distance.

*Cyan sighed*
"This is ultra-reenforced carboon steel and titanium, It's not gonna break. Also Lucielle, if you want to keep people from panicking: maybe you should keep your morbid truth of a mind to yourself... Seriously who taught you to be so morbid..?"
*Cyan helped each of them into the submarine, then she climbed into the sub herself, sealing the airlock*
"Welcome to our new home for the next few... Well, until we find a new permanent base."

Lucielle sticks her tongue out at Cyan. She signed something to Cyan with her hands, causing Roger to immediately scold her. It was most likely an insult.

"So Cyan," Roger started, staring at the material of the walls surrounding them. "You had a submarine docked here, the whole time?"

While Roger spoke, Lucielle lets go of his hand. She wandered off. Naturally, Natasha started to follow her, but she stopped. They were in an confined area, Lucielle wouldn't go anywhere dangerous. She was probably just checking out the rooms, so, she stayed.

"Yeah, I asked the higher-ups for my own submarine and had it built to be the strongest, there is no way that this sub can break at all."
*Cyan smiled at Roger, also reassuring everyone that they were safe.
Cyan then walked down to the control room, she pulled a couple of levers and flipped some switches and they began submerging and were off on they're decent far from this base*

"Ok, so you're the 'higher-ups' gave you your own sub AND made it out of the strongest material they use for their BATTLE equipment?" Roger's question sounded more like a sarcastic retort. He followed her into the control room, leaving Natasha alone to herself.
"You must've known someone in the higher ranks to get you this 'cause the higher ups don't do jack for anyone. They only things they care about is making profits, population control, power, and most importantly, themselves."

"I don't even know anymore"
*Cyan scratched her head and shrugged*
"I'm only 3rd in command so..."
*She looked at the dials in the control room, she then smiled and happily said:*
"Perfect!"

Roger crossed his arm, raising a brow. "And Natasha's second, but they've never recognized her once." He leans over Cyan and points to a circular glass. In the display was a picture of a two women laughing. One of them was blurred out, but it was obviously Cyan. Roger was pointing to the other lady, the one who was laughing, her face contorted with happiness. She looked carefree.

"LOOK AT THIS ROOM NATASHA!" Lucielle yells, throwing herself onto the queen sized bed. The young girl began snuggling herself in it as she sunk in the mattress. Only her black loafers stuck out in the air.
"Lucielle, you shouldn't be doing that! This is not your house." Natasha cautioned, walking over to the bed. She fished Lucielle out and scooped her up from the now ruined bed. Nat places her on the ground.
"I know this isn't my house Nat It's not a house at all, it's a sub!" She laughed, and dashed around the room, making airplane noises. "What room should I explore and mess up next?"
"How about you don't explore. How about you sit down and just... Relax. It's been a busy day." Natasha smiles, bending down to Lucielle's height. She saw Lucielle thinking about her suggestion for a second before shrugging and saying, "Nah." With that, Lucielle ran past Natasha and into the other room across the hall. Natasha followed behind Lucielle, grumbling along the way. She was starting to gain a hatred for children.

"Actually, technically it's all our house', atleast until we find a new place for our people"
*Cyan giggled and looked back at Roger*
"If you are gonna try to start a fight you better be swearing on your word that we gonna be throwing punches, I'm not in the mood for your bullsh!t right now. I'm just saying I asked for a sub, I got a f*cking sub...
So if you are gonna start a fight over nothing then you're gonna wake up in the medical bay at the back of the submarine. You know I don't like pointless fights and I'll end them however I decide to do so... I'm not trying to be disrespectful but I'm not in the greatest so I will put you through a blackout if you wanna start something"
*Cyan crossed her arms, raising her right eyebrow, her expression was a dead blank stare. Cyan waited for his response on how he would act, depending on how he reacted, if he didn't stand down he knew she would be able to put him on his @ss*

Roger looked shocked at first, than annoyed. "Look, I know I may have come off as a jerk, but I wasn't tryin' to start anything. I just can't believe the higher ups would do anything for anyone, let alone take a request from an individual other than themselves.They're a bunch of jack@sses that built their ranks on pedestals made from the blood and bones of innocent people. And no one ever talks about the sh!t they've done, their empty promises! So there's no need to throw threats about hospitalising someone or killing them," He scowled. "We already have enough of those... sheesh..." His interest in finding out about the woman in the picture had diminished completely right there and than. Roger shoves his hands into his pockets, and starts walking away.
"I'ma go to bed. G'night..." He sounded upset when he said it.

Goodnight... Also someone has to share a bed and I'm fine with doing that but eh

Forgot the "Quotations"))

"Dips on this room!" Lucielle shouts excitedly, pointing to the metal door. She only wanted it because of the window. She swore she had saw a shark earlier before when she was in it. Although there were no sharks anywhere near these waters, a kid can still dream

Roger had already retread for the night in the room furthest away from the others.
"I guess we're roomies Cyan..." Nat says, putting her hands on her hips. She was taking in the scenery of the sub around her for a bit. It wasn't much, it was better than all thr other living arrangements she had in her life except for their previous base. Their base was... okay. Not quite homey with the constant war, but somewhat comfortable.

The sub swayed slowly from side to side as it was underwater. It didn't release an unearthly sounds like the group had heard upon seeing it for thr first time. In fact, the world seemed quiet except for the excited thrills of Lucielle the room nearby.

"Yeah... Uh, I hope you don't mind sharing a bed? There is only one per-room so..."
*Cyan put her hand on the back of her own neck smiling sweetly while kinda blushing*
"...Sorry about that, heheh..."
*She quickly turned away before her blushing became more noticeable, Cyan kinda felt sorry because Natasha knew Cyan was gay and thought Natasha would feel kinda weird sharing a bed with a person she knew had a small crush on her*

((I'm dying because I always respond late and then you're doing something else when I respond XD))

Roger walked to the dresser and placed his holster down onto it. Out of the pocket slipped thr enemy communicator he had grabbed at the hall. He had forgotten to tell the others about it. He decided to do just that in thr morning, but right now, he was exhausted. He climbed onto the, and immediately started snoring right away.
Natasha took notice of Cyan's blush and giggled slightly. She thought it was adorable. She stood there for a secons before asking. "Where's the bathroom on this sub? And do you have any spare clothes I may be able to borrow? I wanna take a shower before I go to sleep..."

((Lol. We can set up times to rp if that helps))

*Cyan walked into their room and layed herself on the bed, turning on the TV*
"Yeah, there's a bathroom in each bedroom and there is a dresser in each bathroom full of male and female clothing!"
*She smilled and pointed at the bathroom entrance*

"Okay, thanks." Nat says, grabbing a towel and a clothes to sleep in from the closet. She went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. The shower started to shortly after.
It hadn't even been twenty minutes before Roger was back up, awake, staring blankly at the ceiling which laid aloft him. There was a spider web crack running from the corner of the ceiling, an odd thing to see in metal. His dark brown eyes wandered to his side, where he it. The empty side of the bed. He eyes narrowed as be went back on his back. He hated the sight. Back than, someone important laid beside him, and now she was gone. Not dead, but gone.

*Cyan continued to watsh TV while getting under the covers, taking her shirt (but not her bra) off and throwing it into the hamper across the room. She then got comfy, shut the lights off, and continued to watch the TV.*

Lucielle was still up, looking at the mirror in her room's bathroom. She had never seen her reflection in glass-- unless it was broken. Just the thought of seeing herself not a communicator, or a photo, but a full mirror seemed fanciful to her! It's the simple things in life people had took for granted.

The shower stopped, and Natasha stepped out. As she reached for her towel, she dried herself, with her back to the mirror. She than slipped into the night clothes she had chosen-- a night gown with matching socks. She was reached for her scrunchy and started to put her hair in the bun. Though, half way through, she stopped and took it out. She'll let her hair fall out for once.
At first, Nat's taken aback by the darkness until she sees the only light coming from the television. The glow from the TV illuminates Cyan's face.

"What're watching?" Nat asks Cyan, looking at the tv, taking off her flats. She crawls into bed, wrapping herself in the covers.

"Still haven't figured that part out..."
*Cyan giggled and looked at Nat*
"I'm watching 'Jack.@$$: 3', I haven't watched this in such a long time..."
*Cyan blushed for a second*
"You sure you're okay with sharing the bed with... Well, me? I can sleep somewhere else if you want?"
*She waited for Nat's response, still blushing while watching the TV*

Oh frick, you deleted it XD))

"Cy, I'm fine sharing a bed with you. It's okay, really. Actually, I should be asking *you* if you feel like sharing a bed with *me*. It's you sub after all..." She smiled, than looked over to Cyan. Natasha stared for a second and than rested her hand on Cyan's forehead without warning.
"Are you getting a fever of some sort. You're turning red, and you're burning up..." She looked concerned.

((Sorry, I have a habit of doing that. I thought you weren't online. I won't delete anymore comments so this doesn't happen in the future. My bad X'D ))

*Cyan's blush got bigger*
"No... That's just my crush on you sscrewing me over..."
*Cyan laughed and looked back at the TV again.*

"So Natasha... I know it's my sub but... Don't you feel kinda weird sleeping in the same bed with a lesbian whom has a crush on -you- especially? I mean... You don't seem too bothered by it but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

"Cr-Crush...?" Natasha breathed. "On me..." She pointed to herself, staring at Cyan doe eyed... Then she snorted. And than she bursted into fits of nervous laughter. Her skin turned dark red as she giggled anxiously, hiding her face away from Cyan. Nat wasn't taking the confession lightly, she just didn't know how to react to the news.

"Yeah, heheh..."
*Cyan giggled and then shut up, looking at the TV and staying quiet... Cyan didn't know how to react to Natasha's response...*

Natasha sat there for a second, awkwardly collecting herself. There was silence for a moment before she replied. "I like you too... For awhile now actually. I've just been too scared to say anything."

*Cyan blushed harder than ever now, at first she thought it was a prank*
"Wait, really?! You're joking, right? You... actually like me?"
*Cyan sat up and looked at Natasha, She was flooded with joy and confusion at the same time*

"No, I'm not joking, I'm serious..." Natasha spoke sheepishly, fidgeting with her hands. "I like your boldness, your bravery. You're very solicitous, and kindhearted..."

When Cyan sat up, Natasha finally noticed she wasn't wearing a shirt. Her eyes darted towards the television.

*Cyan smiled and basically victory pumped her fists as she fell back onto the pillow*
"Wow, I can't believe this, I am actually so happy for once... I'm so glad you like me back, I'm so overwhelmed by the flooding joy right now..."

*Cyan was pretty sure Roger and Lucielle were woken by the comotion and were gonna be asking questions in the morning...*

Natasha had a stupid grin on her face that she couldn't wipe off. It felt like a rock had been lifted off her chest for once. She had always liked Cyan, but she didn't know how to confess her feelings.

"...I'm happy for you..." Natasha comments, leaning back in the bed with Cyan. She was laying on her side, facing Cy.

*Cyan smiled, her eyes were full of emotion for once. Cyan looked like how she first did when she met Natasha (Refering to the picture), just full of happiness. Cyan almost forgot abput her depression for a second. She was giggling happily and everything.*

((How long are you gonna be on tonight?))

Natasha smiled warmly at Cyan. It was nice to see her smile, a real smile. Not one that was forced, or awkward, or from trying to be nice. This grin from ear to ear Cyan wore was genuine, it was real, and Natasha loved it.
"You should smile more. You look... Nice..." Natasha yawned. She rubbed her eyes as another yawn escaped her mouth.

(Definitely for another hour or so... I can't fall asleep sometimes))

*She smiled again, yawning because yawns are contagious*
"Ready to hit the hay?"

((I have severe/chronic Insomnia so I only sleep maybe 2-3 nights per week. I understand XD))

((Welp, It seems that you left so goodnight, I''l still be awake and checking this post often))

Natasha didn't reply. She had already fallen asleep, curled up besides Cyan. She was smiling in her sleep, dreaming quietly.

((yikes D: Doesn't having chronic/severe insonmia make the week feel like one long day?))

((want to skip to the next day?))

*Cyan turned the TV off and cuddled up next to Natasha, falling asleep quickly*

((1. That's exactly what my insomnia does.
2. Yess please, skip!))

*Cyan woke up the next morning next to Natasha and smiled, looking at her. She looked so peaceful in her sleep...*

Roger was not woken up to the morning siren blaring, yet he still woke up at sunrise. It was six in the morning, and here he was awake, right on the dot. He groaned and rubbed his head. For a second, his heart jumped. He didn't recognize his surroundings, and Lucielle was missing. It took him a minute, but he remembered it was aboard Cyan's sub. The girls were all probably still sleeping, so he decided to remain in his room for the time being.
He dragged himself into the bathroom, looking through the closet for a new attire to wear. His comrade suit was covered with dirt and caked with blood. The usual. He went through a couple of outfits until he unintentional picked one out that reminded him of the "good ol' days'. A black leather jacket, a dark jeans, and a camouflage shirt. The same outfit he had worn the day the war had broke out in his town. He went into the bathroom to change.

*Cyan stayed in bed until Natasha woke up, just laying there still cuddled up with her*

Lucielle burst through the door of the room Cyan and Natasha was sharing. Natasha immediately sat up, alerted, whipping her hand up in the air. Lucielle was standing in front of her, still dressed in the clothes she had slept in. She was wearing an over sized woman's shirt.

Natasha stared at Lucielle, the adrenaline in her was lowering as the moments went by. Unbeknown to Lucielle, there was a five dagger floating in the air, ready to impale. If Nat had not realized a half a second earlier, the day would have started with blood.
Natasha lowers her hand, and the dagger lowers. Lucielle still doesn't notice. "Yes...?" She answered, sitting back in the bed.

"Do you know where father is?"

"He's in the remaining room down the hall..." Natasha answers. With that being said, Lucielle spins on her heel and leaves.

((Hey, just a heads up, if I suddenly stop replying-- meaning I don't respond in twenty minutes-- there's a good chance I passed out))

*Cyan sighed, shaking her head, putting her deagle down which Luci didn't seem to notice was aimed right between her eyes when she burst in...*
"Jesus Christ, kid... You're gonna get killed doing that..."

((Noted- Goodnight if you do fall asleep.

"Doing what?" Lucielle asks, sticking her head back into the room.
"Barging into people's rooms. Try knocking on doors first Luci..." Natasha suggested. She winced in pain and rubbed her temples.
"Ok..." Lucielle says, finally leaving the area.
"Great, now I have a headache..." She mutters, shielding her eyes from the sub's artificial lights aloft. She looked at the daggers on the table and sighed a bit.

*Cyan kissed Natasha's forehead*
"Did that help at all?"
*Cyan smiled sweetly while hugging Natasha and giggling*

Natasha's face lit up bright red. She had thought the confessions they made last night had been apart of a silly dream she had, but no, it was a dream come true. She sat in the bed, stuttering on her words for a bit before managing to get out, "It helped a little... Thank you..." Natasha felt a bit overwhelmed, squirming in Cyan's hug. This all still felt unreal.

*Cyan giggled, letting Natasha go. She then pinched Natasha's arm very lightly to assure her it was real, nodding slighty*

"So, what do you want to do today, we are off scott free until we find a new island so we can do anything!"

When Lucielle got to her father's door, she reached for the knob, but stopped. She pulled her hand away and knocked on the door instead.

Roger heard the soft knocks. He quickly wiped his his eyes and answered it. "Oh, Lucielle..." He answered, wiping his nose. "Hi dad..." Lucielle beamed, but her smile was short lived. She tilted her head, and pointed to Roger's face.
"Dad, were you cry--?" Lucielle began, but Roger shook his head. He forced a laugh. Lucielle began to tap her foot again, while raising an eyebrow.
"Are you lying to me dad?" She inquired, tapping her foot on the ground faster. Roger was quiet for a moment before he suggested Lucielle find something to eat for breakfast. When she began to ask him what was wrong, he closed the door in a hurry. She knew her father didn't like to talk about his feelings, but she felt like it was necessary.

"I'm going to go get dressed for the day..." Nat said, getting out of the bed. When she stood, the whole room spun, and her headache got worst. She managed to keep her balance and get the bathroom door. She opened it and closes it, disappearing into the wash room.

"Well okay then..."
*Cyan looked at the washroom door, then got up, still shirtless but wearing her bra, she walked out of the room and over to the kitchen, her short-shorts looked pretty good for a clean rip. She looked around in the fridge*

Lucielle walked to her room where she looked through the outfits in the wardrobe. She started to pick out something to wear, but she felt her eyes starting to get heavy. She made her way to her bed and fell back asleep. She decided she'd sleep in today.
Just as Roger placed his bloodied comrade uniform into the hamper, the enemy communicator fell out. He picked it up and stared at it. It was red and yellow, the color of their flag. There were no buttons on it. He shook it a couple of times until a robotic voice started speaking in an unknown language-- a language clearly not found on earth-- and a holographic screen opened up.

((Oooh sh!t))

He pressed it, but he became red, and fifteen underscores appeared. "Of course, the damn thing needs a password... Great," He muttered, putting it into his pocket and making his way down the hall. He went towards the kitchen area and sat down at one of the tables.

"Mornin' Cyan," He greeted, waving for a bit. He than stared out a nearby window into the blue nothingness.
Natasha stayed in the bathroom. She was washing up, and getting changed bit by bit, putting on each article of clothing carefully. Just as she splashed water onto her face, the thought of almost killing-- let alone harming-- Lucielle came into her head. She knew it wasn't her fault, the possibility of it happening was so close. Another mistake like that, and she may not be in the state to stop a dagger from impaling someone. What if she had ended the girl? What would have happened then?
Her mind was running wild, and she knew it. *It didn't happen, so don't worry about it* She thought to herself, and looked back down at her hands. There was blood on them. She blinked, and it was gone. She had a strong feeling she'd need to meditate today.

((what?)

((AlIeN cOmUnIcAtOr, b!tches be clapping aliean cheeks on september 29th XD))

Alien Cheeks*))

((I WEAK))

(( XD ))

"Good morning, how'd you sleep?"
*Cyan stood up and turned around quickly, looking at Roger, Her b00bs slightly jiggled from side to side when she stopped moving to look at him and that was kinda just lewdly weird*

Roger looked up at Cyan. He raised an eyebrow, questioning her style of choice, but said nothing. His eyes went back onto being focused on figuring out the password on the communicator. "Did you happen to study alien language or an intergalactic communications during training?" He said, holding up the communicator to see.

Natasha had come out the bathroom a long time ago. She was in the middle of her and Cyan's bed, meditating. Some objects floated around as she did this, gently bumping into other objects, but she didn't take notice in this. Her eyes stayed shut as she repeated her mantra.

"Oh yeah, I did... I kinda flunked halfway through thou-"
*Suddenly she heard her Deagle go off inside of Natasha and her room*
"Oh no... Oh sh!t"
*Cyan hopped the counter and ran into the room to see what the bullet hit...*

Roger followed close behind Cyan, even running past her to the room.

Natasha was found in the corner of the room. She was shaking a bit. There were multiple bullet dents in the metal walls of the room. When she saw them, she turned around and blurted out, "I don't know what happened. I was just sitting here meditating and the gun deagle just went off by it self. The bullet was flying everywhere and, and..." Natasha hugged herself a bit.

"The bullet bounced off the walls a bit," She added, pointing out the dents. Roger's eyes traced the dents until he saw a hole in the wall.
"And there's a hole in the wall... That walls leads directly to lucielle's room... " He took off running towards Lucielle's room. He banged on the door, but there was no answer.

*Cyan helped Natasha up than ran to Lucielles room and shoved Roger out of the way, She then took a few steps back and ran forward, drop-kicking the door ooen but hitting the ground hard in the process, Cyan stood up and ran into the room to find Lucielle cozzied up in bed with noise canceling headphones on, perfectly fine. Cyan dislocated her right shoulder and wrist when she hit the ground but easily popped them back into place with some bone crunching sounds to follow it. Cyan was fine though*
"Luci is fine, Roger..."

*Cyan walked back into their room and hugged Natasha tightly with her eyes tearing up*
"Are you okay? Are you hurt at all?"

Lucielle finally noticed the them in the room. She slowly took the headphones off, gawking at them in confusion. "What'd I miss?" She asked. Roger didn't say anything. He simply walked over, kissed his daughter's forehead, and hugged her dearly. Lucielle was still left confused.
"I'm fine, just a little frazzled up, but I'll be fine Cy." Natasha smiles, holding Cyan's hands in her hands.

((I'mmm passing out! GN... Or good morning... Eh, take you're pick))

((I'll take both!, Goodnighming! XD))

((Gm!))

"Okay, thank god..."
*Cyan smiled with a look of relief as she stared into Natasha's eyes*

Good morning))

Natasha's only able to make eye contact for a couple of seconds before it completely collaspes. She shys away, her eyes quickly went go the ceiling, than the floor.

"So, how did you sleep?" She asks, pulling her curls back.

"Pretty well! how about you?"
*Cyan waited for a response*

"I slept well too," Natasha answered, scratching the back of her neck.

"Daaaaddd! Quit huggin' me! You know I hate hugs." Lucielle whined, and Roger listened. He backed up tearfully smiling at Lucielle. "You're crying again. Why?" She said, putting the headphones down.
"I was scared," He replied, sitting next to Lucielle.
"Of what?"

"I almost lost you today. I thought a bullet had hit you from the other room." Roger replied. Lucielle whipped her head around to the wall of the next room. The bed was propped up against it. She than looked to the wall in front of her, and saw the bullet lodged in the metal wall. If she hadn't be three inches to the left, and laying flat on her stomach, she would've been hit. When she started to make the connections, and the realization hit her, her mouth dropped.
"That almost f*cking it me?!" She yelled.
"Language Lucielle." Roger cautioned.

"When the heck did that even happen? I didn't even notice?" She got up with excitement and examined the bullet in the wall.

"That's amazing," She said, taking it out of the wall. Roger looked on, unsure of what to feel about his daughter's reaction. Unlike most who had a close encounter with death, only to narrowly escape their demise, Lucielle did not seem fearful. In fact, she seemed intrigued by the thought of almost dying, just like her mother.

*Cyan smiled, flopping onto the bed and closing her eyes*
"Whats's on the agenda?"

"Well, I wanted to see if we can contact any of the other bases..." Natasha said., pulling some of her straw-like hair into a bun while letting the rest fall in the back. She sat on the the side of the bed.

"Well, permission granted ig even though both you and Roger are a higher rank than me?"
*Cyan giggled and scratched her head*

"Well, though we have higher positions than you..." Natasha got up from sitting on the bed. "Doesn't give us ghd tight to be jack@sses and use your stuff without asking. So, thank you." She leans over, quickly kisses Cyan's cheek and leaves the room.
Natasha, after looking around for a bit, made her way to the control room. She saw the radio piece connected next to the sub's steering. There was screen flashing the words "auto-pilot". She reaches for mic piece, and sets the frequency and starts to speak into it.

*Cyan blushed and then got up, she smiled and walked over to the dresser in the bathroom, putting on a black tank top and walking out of the room to the living room of the submarine, sitting down on the couch*

"Natasha, what're you doing?" Lucielle perked up, skipping over to Nat. Natasha stopped talking and looked over at Luci.
"Using the radio to call for help." Nat responded, putting the microphone back to her mouth. "This is Nat'69 requesting help."
"/That's/ your code name!? You poor thing." Lucielle snorted.

"Please leave Lucielle.." Natasha huffed.

"69..." lucielle snorted, than left.

"This is Nat..." Natasha grumbles. "This is Natasha from base 45.7. I'm reporting four survivors."

She waited.

There was a gasp of relief.
"Oh my God!" She heard a woman's voice say, followed by cries of joy. "Natasha! You're alive!" The voice laughed, holding back her years.
."Rine?" Natasha answered. The two started to talk, exchanging information.

*Cyan just sat there in the living room, zoned out on the couch. She didn't even move once, it looked pretty weird/worrying, especially since tears we're running down her cheeks.*

"Natasha, what are your coordinates?" Rine asked.
"-654, eighty-two...That's our /last known/ coordinates. We're in a submarine." Natasha explaine. Rine asked about how they went from their craft base to a sub under water.
"It's a long story..." Natasha chuckled. For once, her laugh was genuine.

"Well..." Rine started. "We should be able to get you guys. We're the closest ones to you actually."
"Great. How long will it take?" There was silence on the line. Dreadful silence.
"About a week and a half. Maybe two weeks...?" Rine's answer sounded more like a question.

Nat sighs a bit. As annoying as the wait would be, it was better than nothing. Besides, the sub wasn't that bad, they had everything they needed and wanted. What harm could a week to two weeks do to them, after everything they have been through?

"Yeah so, that's that..." Rine concluded. Her voice trailed off for a minute. "...I miss you.." She added.

"I miss you too sister..." Natasha's eyes were glistening. She didn't want ti hang up, but she did, wiping her eyes.

Roger was walking by, whistling a tune when he saw Cyan staring at...Nothing. His whistling slowed down and lowered into nothing as he back-tracked to her. "Cy?" He asked, waving his hand in her face, but not annoyingly, just a little bit.

*Cyan had no response, emotional or physical. Her breaths were so shallow that it looked like she just died paralyzed, but she was fine and just not responding, Roger would be surprised by something big if he broke her out of her daze but he didn't know that yet*

"Hey, Nat!?" Roger called, studying Cyan.
"Yes, Roger?" Natasha called back from the control room. Her voice was echoing, bouncing off the metallic halls.
"Something's wrong with Cyan."
It didn't take long for Natasha to come over. She puts her hands on her hips, a bit confused by Cyan's state. "There's a possibility she's have an absence seizure, but I have no idea what wouldmiggt have trigger it..."

"Absence seizure? What's that?" Roger just stared at Cyan, than to Natasha, baffled.

"An absence seizures, also known as a silent seizure. I've had a few patients that had it. It's when there's an abnormal electrical impulse from the neurons in the brain that--" Natasha stopped dead in her sentence and gave Roger a look. He clearly wasn't following.

"Anyway, it's best not to touch her... it could also be causs by anxienty. I didn't study it so much when I was in training." Natasha warned.
"Cyan, are you there?"
"She's crying... why?"
"I don't know /why/ Roger. I just said I didn't study it that much... These things usually last fifteen seconds."

*Cyan wasn't having a absence seizure, and she was in this state for way longer for 15 seconds... They only thing they could do at that point was try to bring her back into reality*

Roger starts to reach over to touch Cyan's shoulder, but he's stopped by Natasha laying her hand on his. He pulls back slowly, and she looks back at Cyan.
Natasha slowly leaned over and shook Cyan gently. "Cyan, are you alright?" She asked. Nat spoke in a soothing voice, one she has used for her clients during therapy.
Roger watches nearby, waiting for something to happen.

*Cyan flinched as a sharp obsidian glove claw formed over her right hand and a tendril ripped out of her back, then Cyan realized it was just Natasha and the obsidian glove and tendrill deformed and disappeared, hugging Natasha tightly and silently crying. Finally Cyan noticed Roger standing there...*
"Oh sh!t... I'm dead..."

((Are you gonna be on for awhile tonight? Sh!t just got interesting XD))

"What the hell was that!?" Roger yelled, already holding his pistol in his hand. He was quick with getting his weapons out. His paranoia only helped too.
"Roger, don't shoot!" Natasha commanded, holding her hand out in front of him.

"Why shouldn't I?! She's a f*cling enemy, she's one of them!" Roger shouts. He was still holding his pistol out. His other hand was ready on his holster to pull our his next weapon.

Roger cocks the gun.
"Get away from her Natasha!"

"She's still Cyan!" Natasha yells, stepping in front of Cyan.

"'She's still Cyan' my @as! She's one of them. If you don't step the f*ck away, this will be counted as treason, and I will be able to shoot you. I don't want to do that." Roger sternly said. Her voice was loud and bold. He meant what he had said, but not whole heartedly. He didn't want to, but he'd have to if he came to that.

((I'll be up for the next four hours or so. If not, the next two))

*Cyan simply stood up, walk over to Roger, grabbed the tip of the gun and pressed it against her own throat*
"If I was the enemy here why did I live with you and your people for 10 years and never attack anyone? If I'm the enemy how did Natasha and Lucielle meet with you unscathed while I was beaten and bruised?
If you really think I'm the enemy here the pull the trigger, Mr. Billy Badass..."

*Still having the gun pressed to her throat, Cyan crossed her arms and looked Roger dead in the eyes, she had no fear, here face was blank and emotionless. She just stared Roger dead in the eyes and waited, pushing Natasha back if she tried to intervien.*
"You have the gun Roger, you can pull the trigger at any point and I'm willing to die. My life, my fate rests in your hands at your command."

"Oh, I don't know, maybe you could be doing /a lot/ of things like spying on us to to gather Intel. Learning about the team's moves and than reporting back to your superior. Or what about secretly killing the lower ranks or interns, the weaker ones, the naive ones. We sure had a lot of those gone missing in the past ten years of your stay." Roger's eyebrows narrowed. His face scrunched up in digust as he stared her in the eyes.
"Roger, don't be absurd!"
For a second, Roger stared into Cyan's red and blue eyes. Behind that tough look, was fear. It was just a facade. "I'm not going to make the same mistake again." He says, pulling the trigger.
The gun goes off, and the bullet comes out. But not through Cyan's throat, leaving a hole. It shot to the ceiling. Roger's arm was up in the air, crooked.
"What the hell...?"he wondered frantically aloud, until his eyes met with Natasha's. Her hand was up, her lips were trembling, her knees were ready to buckle. She threw both her arms to the side, and Roger went flying through a coffee table nearby. He was out cold.

Natasha covers her hand over her mouth, her nose dripping with blood. She didn't have time to process what she had done because a ghsorly shrill came from the corner of the room. Natasha whipped her head around to see a pale Lucielle, shaking from the sight of her father. Has she been there the whole time?
Questions raised in Natasha's head, ready tone askes, but she never got the chance. Lucielle took off sprinting down the hall and slammed her room shut. The lock to the door could be heard followed by furniture in the room being moved hastily.

((Okay, just afew things to point out, Cyan wasn't scared at all and she had no fear left of dying, she only had the fear of the ones she loved dying. Cyan's emotions are nil and there was no facade. Cyan cannot fear unless the ones she cares about are put in danger))

*Cyan just looked at Natasha and then Roger, then she put her hand up to her head in annoyance, simply lying on the floor and keeping her hand against her head. After a minute of silence she got up, sat Roger on the couch, and hit a nerve with a chop gesture from her hand, waking him up immediately*

"Roger... I don't want to hurt you or anyone and your knowledge of me as a 'freak' is false, I lived at that base since I was 7. and us 'freaks' don't have a team for each other... All freaks kill each other in fear of the others power, I'm only here to protect you three because I care about you all deeply, otherwise my suicide attempt would've been the only one..."

((I know Cyan fears for others well being-- hence why she puts herself in danger for nearly everyone on the team. She's constantly taking the hits.
And I know she has no fear of death-- she WILLING put a gun to her throat. Thats lethal.

And when I said, "It was a facade," I was talking about ROGER's emotions. I can understand how that part could be mistaken for Cyan's emotions, so my apologies.
Context as to why I wrote: "it was facade"
Roger acts tough, but he's emotionally weak. Hes has had to act this way his whole life. Whenever he's hurt, he lies and puts in a smile or a defensive shield around him to make him look angry rather than sad. His emotions are often fake. This all has to do with his backstory-- which will be revealed throughout the rp. Honestly, there's only three people that keep Roger going in tough times.))

*Cyan's eyes suddenly filled with tears*
"Someone with my same power, known as 'Stone Darkness', killed my ex-girlfriend and then I killed it... I just wanted to be normal while using my ability for good... I care for all of you but god-damnit I've f*cking had it with this bullsh!t. So either like me or don't, just promise that if you kill me, don't kill Natasha to get to me next...
I don't want to lose her, she deserves to live..."
*Tears fell from Cyan's eyes but her face was just blank and emotionless...*

Roger woke up with a gasped, followed by a wildly look jn his eyes before he looked around. He was confused for a moment until the memories came flooding in. He rubbed the back of his neck, as he glared at Cyan, than back go Natasha.
Natasha, still being shaken up, turned red in the face. She was having mixed feelings about the situation. She hated how Roger always acted on his emotions without thinking, but she was still frightened by what she had donedoshen she couldn't find the words to say to him, she walked off quickly, out of the room.

"Deal?"
*Cyan put out her hand and looked at Roger with a slight smile*

Roger relentlessly shook Cyan's hand, he got up and let to his room, stumbling along the way.
"Lucielle, it's okay to come out. We're not going to hurt yo--"

"Get the hell away from me!" She heard Luci scream from inside the room.
"Lucielle, it's all a misunderstanding." Natashs says, sitting outside the door. Luciells didn't answer. There were whimpers from inside, but no sentences. Natasha sighed. She slightly opened the door ajar, only to be greeted with a lamp flying her way. Nat closes the door and heard the case of the lamp smash into several pieces.

"Go away!" Lucielle shrieks.

"Roger? You okay? You don't seem alright..."

"Well, I wouldn't think someone would be 100% when their nerve was hit. Hgh." He winced, still rubbing the back of his neck. He stumbles a bit until he leans against the wall. Roger sits down on the floor, his head throbbing and the world was spinning. He wore a dazed look on his face.

((My DS is crashing again so please post a third continuation and repeat your last two actions as I cannot see them))